Aimee & Jaguar

That's nice.

I got him!

- Good!

Berlin has always been one of Europe's

most important cities ... a center.

And right here in these rooms you're in

the center of the center, so to speak.

Government buildings are so close, you

might meet the Chancellor for breakfast.

The radiance of the next millennium

streams through these very windows.

This way, please.

The wallpaper will be removed,

and the walls will be plastered.

Rudi, take your hands off that!

Rudi, where are you?

The photos and the chair are mine.

You can burn the rest.

You've got all my things?

- Yes, don't worry, Mrs. Wust.

I'll be with you in a sec.

There you are.

Lovely skirt.

One last look?

You'll get used to it, Mrs. Wust.

Just get yourself settled,

and then come down and meet the others.

Do you like to play rummy?

Mrs. Wust?

Where is she? Mrs. Wust?

Where are you going, Mrs. Wust?

Be sensible.

Stay here!

- I gotta leave.

- Where are you going?

No, no, no!

- Stay here! Be sensible!

Where are you going?

Where are you going, Mrs. Wust?

Ilse?

Yes, well, I'm Ilse.

In November, 1943, my girlfriend Felice

and I went to hear Beethoven's Ninth.

The Berlin air battle was in its 3rd week,

but life's full of contradictions.

War didn't interest me at all

that evening.

All I had on my mind

were Felice and her elegant perfume.

Something wrong?

Ilse?

I said I couldn't babysit tonight,

because I had to look after

my sick father.

So that's Mr. and Mrs. Wust.

- No.

- No?

Not Mr. Wust.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Not in the middle of a movement!

Nobody leaves the stage!

Where are my glasses?

- We won't find them now.

I won't leave without them!

- Women!

Once the alarm went off,

Felice took a close look at Mrs. Wust

who I was working for during

my domestic year. She was irresistible.

Are these yours?

- Yes, thank you.

Ernst! Ernst! Here!

I almost never wear them, but ...

Just the same.

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Come on.

Please, use the side exits...

Don't get your hopes up.

She tries it with everyone,

but she always stays with her husband.

Lovely eyes.

- Especially

when the Hitler Youth marches by.

Felice Schragenheim? Miss Schragenheim?

Your father was a good doctor.

Watch out for yourself.

Good heavens.

Faster! Faster!

Here.

Come on.

The 50 best photographers were sent to

photograph the most beautiful buildings.

They'll destroy everything.

Here you are. For our English friends.

Are you crazy? What is this?

The latest transport lists from Hungary.

Have Schmidty photograph them.

Till tomorrow.

- Felice.

You've lost all sense of danger.

That's not good ...

for any of us.

No one could disguise herself

as well as Felice.

She worked for a Nazi newspaper,

wrote countless poems

and never let anyone with shiny

long hair, like myself, slip away.

I sometimes thought

Felice was lots of people.

The moment I got hold of one,

I was betrayed by another.

She was hard to hold onto,

and only with her grandmother

was she gentle as a lamb.

Aaron, your lips are blue.

Drink this. It'll do you good.

I don't believe it.

Grandma!

- Why won't she listen to me?

I've told her at least ten times,

"Stay in the house. Don't go out

on the streets. Don't come here."

Grandma!

Half of Berlin is burning.

Don't tell me you weren't in the cellar!

Sit down!

- Were you in bed?

Were you at a concert?

- What does that have to do with it?

Then don't talk about danger!

- No. Ilse and l...

And not with your mouth full!

Sorry, Ilse. I know.

Grandmothers are always a problem.

When she was a child, she wanted to ride

her sled backwards over a cliff.

Right, Felice?

- Only once.

Anyway, it was my sister's idea.

She's in England now! And where are you?

- On the moon! Nothing'll harm me there.

Ilse, why are some people crazy

and others not?

- I don't know.

What about her fianc?

- Who?

Her fianc. She's engaged.

What's he like? Who is he?

Can he support her?

What does he look like?

Handsome, tall, black hair ...

When will he take her away?

Soon, Grandma. Very soon.

Madam,

could we possibly have the rest

of the potatoes?

Ilse, take care of her, won't you?

I had such beautiful dreams about you

this morning. I would give anything ...

... to kiss

your gentle hands ...

... and perhaps above your neck.

Above your neck ... Even a little more.

Well, Mrs. Schrader? Still in one piece?

We shot down 41 planes,

but my toilet is gone.

How's my editorial coming along?

- On the desk in front of you.

My little Mrs. Schrader,

what would I do without you?

Around 5,000 apartments in one night.

Total chaos at Party Headquarters.

Everyone's nerves are worn raw.

If people knew what was going on

out there. It's dog eat dog.

Like some?

- No, thanks.

But Goebbels is a genius.

Last night he said

that great people leave their mark.

And when they're gone, the mark remains.

What do you say?

Brilliant.

Keep your eye on it.

- I will.

You're so beautiful.

I had such beautiful dreams about you

this morning, and I would give ...

"... anything to kiss your gentle hands,

and perhaps above your neck ...

As deeply as a rose."

Not too bad, is it, Ilse?

"I only want to be alone with you,

embrace you and tell you again ..."

Bernd! Eberhard!

It wasn't the mountains, dummy!

It was at the zoo, zoo, zoo!

Then I won't play anymore.

And I'll wreck your castle!

That's enough! lf I hear one

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